mod21 back on mental modern. 4 intense techno atmospheres on 180 gram vinyl.

deep and introspective techno excursions from plants army revolver on 180 gram vinyl.

luigi tozzi is back on mental modern with 4 signature cuts.

hoedus with the next mental modern release, anthony linell on remix duty. comes on 180 gram vinyl, housed in a printed sleeve.

hypnotic techno from plants army revolver on 180 gram vinyl, housed in a printed sleeve.

i descend in this arduous water,
filthy by the deeds done
the light runs out at each movement,
the sound becomes gloomier, at each eyelash beat
and i try undaunted to find a handhold
in these putrid ropes that drag me inside
a condemned cave, where water gets lost,
with my orientation
the breath lacks, there is no time,
i fall more in dephts, looking for a sure moment.
i found even darker and stunned by the scare,
i’ve let that an even gloomier sound
flooded my body, stained in black.
- utopian soul -

we remain suspended, fluctuating
in these waters of unknown wellness
flooded by a silence of emotions.
emotions that make our loneliness
more deep, clear and awful.
as nails that dig died skins,
as eyes that bleed making skins acid
as hair that strangles the crowd s voices
thus we,
remain suspended
in this air rarefied by thoughts
to make us more conscious of the restless lack
of the hope from us stolen.

mental modern is a underground music label created to explore all the nuances of modern techno music, from deeper sounds to the darker and industrial ones. focused on signing new artists with big artists from the techno scene, to provide quality music.

i walk in the dark i hear my steps, fixed, tough echoing, in the water, in the sound in the walls. so lonely, so confused, i sweep that ford of concrete, following a feeble light. i perceive other strides, more heavy, impetuous, that reverberate as well in these thick walls, of putrid water and violent brake-up an unusual calm until that, of such shadow i brush against the limbs, i perceive the essence, another breath indeed, but not of human’s appearance.

a rosy light, shows her profile bleeds of tears and the bruises over her face. the shouts, have deafened of herself, the ears short is the breath, given by the humiliation the curled up limbs, to do not feel pain. and those tired eyes, to see of her nightmares, the faces they fade, as dissolving the dim light is, of another, damp, sun. -utopian soul –

these walls have made us the beings we are. they have listened and echoed, our words, our creed, our hate. these walls have tied down the souls of us, they made us insane, hysterics, in observing defenceless, uncredulous that there was not, any reaction. we can only halt us, after having used up our nails, over these walls now rough because of our shouts, our burned hopes, by our passions damned, by our minds, dinned. none could ever help us, because as slaves we feel and now we are, of these cursed walls and of these walls damned that, however still give a sense, to our cold life.

covered by water i search for an escape from these tightening walls, far laughs confuse me, and i see the shadows of pedestrians over me, unarmed, in vain i try an handhold but i’m absorbed always more, i do not find an escape, one last inhalation, divides me from the death given to me, no more footsteps, no more shadows, no more laughs, no more water, one thunderous, gentle, rustle dries out each one of my tears of desperation, the eyes get closed, already white because of the cold.

i entered rapidly in the darkness, searching for a secure place, i cheated myself, i walked through paths travelled by those ones who get lost. i’ve dreamt many times the light in the distance always bumping into an illusion, the illusion in my mind. i ask to calm down to the screams in my ears, to cease to the voices in my mind. i look lost around me, nothing is in possession of my senses anymore. i fall, asleep.

my mind made of darkness, has known continuously interrupted flash taken back by the stronger, following ones. ii&#769,,,,,ve felt my limbs moving without having control. the other side of me, the most unknown to me, the most instinctive one, took place. dissimilar sounds have battered my most secret dreams, without giving them peace anymore. never existed soulsi&#769,,,,,s foot steps have obscured my silence, giving me only restlessness. eyes open again, suddenly, silence. -utopian soul-